This poem’s not for children, of that I am sure -
it’s written just for grown-ups - for people mature.
Want a pussy and prick in a scene with a fuck?
If you’re old enough, then you might just be in luck.
So here is the story of a woman on a date,
whose evening progressed to a far different fate.

One night in the bar of the Palace Hotel,
a woman was waiting in increasing hell.
She’d chosen a dress (that took all of her nerves) -
it was ruby red, silky, and showed off her curves.
From the barman, she ordered a fancy cocktail -
a change from her usual plain ginger ale.
She sipped on her drink, looked around the large space,
desperately searching for a familiar face.

At age forty-eight, she had decided to date
a guy met online that she thought could be great.
Every day for two weeks, they did correspond,
and she felt that they’d made a particular bond.
But she waited and waited, though nobody came.
Perhaps to him, she was just only a game?
She’d hoped for a fun night of pleasure and lust
with someone, she thought, she was ready to trust.
She wanted a nice cock to fill up her muff.
Did the universe think her request was too tough?

Instead, she decided to look ‘round the room
for someone to help her get out of her gloom.
Five likely gentlemen stood out for her -
To the first man who sat near a tall douglas fir.

He looked about eighteen, a nervous young buck.
Perhaps he’d be willing to give her a fuck?
But then she noticed him looking at her,
and immediately from this, she could now infer
that he was an innocent - naive, immature -
and if she invited him, he wouldn’t be sure.

“You’ll get it up quick, and you’ll get it up fast,
but already I know that for long it won’t last,”
she thought to herself as she sipped on her drink.
And he looked away sharply when given a wink.

Four men remained. Could they do it for her?
So onto the next man to consult and confer.

She looked at his trouse; there was a vast bulge -
something of size in which she could indulge.
But suddenly, she came over with a feeling of fear,
“what if he put that big thing in my rear?”
She knew it wouldn’t fit as she’d tried it before
with a great massive dildo she kept in a drawer.

“Your penis is hefty, and your penis is vast,
but to have that inside me wound not be a blast!”
She thought to herself as she sipped on her drink.
And away from him walked, as he started to shrink.

Three men were left - stocks were getting quite low.
Could this one be her brand new temporary beau?

Seductively this man stood by a window,
but she disappointedly noticed what wasn’t below.
His trousers were leather, as tight as can be,
but nothing was bulging to make her go “whee!”
It was flat as a pancake, of this she was sure,
so this was a man who had lost all allure.

“Your penis is tiny, and your penis is small -
I can see that you won’t satisfy me at all,”
she thought to herself as she sipped on her drink.
The choices were starting to very much stink.

Two men remained. Would either of them do
for her in the morning to say fond “adieu”?

The next guy was older, about seventy, she thought,
who probably bargained her time could be bought.
He looked like a man who’d been married for years
but whose wife probably left him for sexier peers.
And likely he’d swallow a tiny blue pill
in order to give her the faintest small thrill!

“You know what you’re doing, and you’ve done it before,
but your moves are quite limited - they’re probably a bore,”
she thought to herself as she sipped on her drink,
thinking that she was now reaching the brink.

One man to go, could he possibly be
the one who could fill her with fun and with glee?

This guy, sitting quietly, was reading a book
right next to the fire in a cosy small nook.
He noticed her staring and gave her a smile,
and beckoned her to join him - to sit for a while.
They talked, and they chatted - it soon became clear
that he’d been secretly admiring her, especially her rear.
As flirting began, he set down his book,
together becoming quite hot in the nook.

Knowing he fancied her lovely behind,
this is what went through her now debauched mind:
“You’d get it up quickly, and you’d get it up fast -
you look like you really could do it and last.
Your penis is perfect, the right size for me -
it’s neither too big nor the size of a flea.
And you know what you’re doing, but you want to try more.”
“Now, let’s go upstairs to my hotel room floor,”
she said to him, finishing her drink.
Now was no time for another hard think.

Up in the lift, they went, under a warm lighted hue.
Now for her, an experience that would be very new.
They kissed and caressed as they entered her room,
and soon she was naked, except for perfume.
He got naked as well; it was just as she thought -
a man who would no more leave her feeling fraught.

And so it began, as he ravished her body,
with a level of skill that wasn’t too shoddy.
He responded to all of her needs perfectly
and awoke deep within her a new verdancy.

He started by licking her neck, which was nice -
then moved down her body, which seemed like his vice,
to lick out her pussy, so tender and wet.
She tingled all over, which put her in debt.
Now she would have to repay this first act
by sucking his cock, which was not too compact.
She tasted the cum that came out of his end -
this was the start of a beautiful trend.

Then onto the bed, she lay down on her back
whilst he put on some music for a gentle soundtrack.
Leaned over and kissed her, his cock near her cunt,
ready for the motion of an excellent shunt.
The entrance he brushed with the tip of his dick,
and with a slight giggle, she gave it a flick.
He gently pushed in, and pulled out just the same -
a foretaste of this man’s great sexual acclaim.
And so they got to it, they made love for an hour -
in so many ways, they’d each other devour.

It was close to eleven, they were both feeling sleepy,
but neither of them felt in the slightest way weepy.
Now she was covered in cum and in sweat -
hoping the night was not over just yet.
As they lay on the bed, he spooned from behind
and fondled her breasts while their lives were aligned.

They both fell asleep as they dreamed the same dream -
that together they made each other’s life brightly beam.
Later, he woke, and went for a shower,
and when she woke, she’d lost all her willpower.
She joined him and together washed under the water
, which made her, to him, look much sexier - much hotter.
As they rinsed off the soap from each other, they kissed,
and both knew that to leave would mean they’d be missed.
They went back to bed, slept well until morning,
which gave their libidos a thorough restoring.

It was early, ‘bout six, and they wanted to eat,
so they ordered up breakfast to scoff in their suite.
Soon came the food - plates of eggs, bacon, toast!
And a large pot of coffee, with a very dark roast.
They ate, and they drank, and they chatted some more -
this man who’d she’d met was still indeed no bore.
Once that was finished, they got naked again
because to leave without more sex would be inhumane!

This time he lay on the bed (her on top)
and slid her wet pussy down onto his prop.
She leaned forward and kissed him, an act that was matched -
emotionally, too, they were firmly attached.
Slowly they made love - a sensual affair.
Into their eyes, each other did stare.
Eventually, together, they both could now cum -
after such passion, a perfect outcome.

Later that morning, when they had checked out,
they stood in the lobby. But was there some doubt?
Would she see him again? Would together they slumber?
But all fears subsided when he gave her his number.
She sent him a text to just check it was real -
he got it, so knew she had sealed the deal!
They went their own ways for a week, perhaps two,
‘till one day he phoned her and said, “hello you.”